Morning all, Morning Chezza,

I have decided after my typing faux pas yesterday, to keep my contributions to a minimum! Well, that's the public reason. Truly, I am testing new systems at work which means I won't be able to get on here so often today! (thank God! I hear you shout!)

DD out

Morning CLP

Never been to a famous persons grave as far as I know - not really my thing although I do love a graveyeard - especially the huge one in glasgow and the one in Edinburgh where they have a resident poltergiest!

super bp x

morning CLP
Another early blog? this is becoming a habit!

Hope Tash is doing ok, and that baby DJ doesn't keep you waiting too much longer!

Don't know if there is anyone famous in any of the local graveyards, may have to make looking one of my first projects when I leave work!

Laters
Tiggs xxx

Chris

Last year, as part of my 40th Birthday celebrations, myself and Mr Diva spent an amazing day at Highgate Cemetery.

I can honestly say that it was one of the most beautiful, peaceful places I have ever had the pleasure to visit. You can almost feel the atmosphere and serenity as you wander around the ancient monuments and stunning Gothic architecture.

And as for the work done by the Friends Of Highgate - only the word Wow! springs to mind.

Not sure if it's part of my "dark" side but personally I don't think you can beat a wander round an old cemetary, reading the head-stones.

Hoping to get to Pierre Lachaise this year to pay my respects to Mr Mojo Rising himself.

Great blog Chris. Will have more to say later when thought process (and 2nd coffee of the day) have kicked in!

Chezza of Divaville x x x

PS: Thanks for The Cure last night - you made my evening! xx

Morning CLP! Nice to see you up and about early again! I was down at our cemetry yesterday as it happens keeping Dad & Roo's grave in an orderly manner... not sure there's anyone famous buried down there... well not famous to the rest of the world anyhow. I was talking to a lady in San Fran on Friday evening who believes that our souls have 10 stages and we have to complete these 10 stages till we can come to rest. So we all decide to be born with a specific pupose in this world and if we then acheive it we can go to the next stage... interesting?... it seems I'm at stage 9 and destined for great things but to be honest that scares me a bit. I'm not sure I want to be that important... Luv Lyndyloo xx

Very deep thoughts Mr Evans indeed.

I agree with Cheryl that Highgate cemetary is a wonderful place to visit and wander around - better still with a slight mist.

Locally we have T E Lawrence (him of arabia fame) Mary Shelley (frankenstein) and Thomas Hardy.

Will have to seek out the oldest churchyard and take a peak at some of the old ones that you can still read.

Simon of Sudbury, St Gregory's Church, Sudbury, Suffolk

Get this:-

The relic of the mummified head of Simon of Sudbury, the vile architect of the Poll Tax when he was Lord Chancellor in 1380. In 1381, the peasants revolted, and along with that most unpopular of English Kings, Richard II, he took refuge in the Tower of London, where he was messily beheaded by a lynch mob. That this head is no longer attached to a body is a mark of the anger against him. The head is kept in a glass case in St Gregory's Church, Sudbury, Suffolk, but they'll show it to you if you ask nicely.



So Chris, not an entire body but just a head. In a glass case!

I love living in Suffolk!!!

Chezza xx

Chezza
Yuck!!!!

Tiggs xxxxx

Ooooh! Very John the Baptist!

Hi Chris,

My, my, you are catching us on the hop these mornings!

Love you lots, but I really do not need to know you went to the loo at 5am today!

I do believe that when you're dead, you're dead. No way are you coming back as a hen or a shark, or even another person. This is it, so we have to live each day as best we can, enjoy what we can, and endure what we have to.

Certainly, there must be something in the "hereafter" - I've had lots of "visits" from my family who have died, particularly my mum who gets in touch regularly, usually to tell me where I'm going wrong in life!

The spookiest graveyard must be The Auld Kirk, Alloway, Ayr where Tam O'Shanter (written by Robert Burns of course) escaped within an inch of his life, after viewing a "bit of a party" there. Even if you visit that graveyard in broad daylight, it is the darkest, scariest place on earth - you can actually feel the witches and warlocks are still there, not to mention Auld Nick himself!

Oooooh, I'm off to do some work - I've scared myself silly!

C xx

Morning all
The famous person buried in our local parish church of St Giles, in Wrexham, is Elihu Yale - he of the famous American University!
In fact our local college was for years known as Yale College but after some grumbling from the aforementioned US establishment we have had to change it to Yale College Wrexham! - or Coleg Ial Wrecsam as we say in Welsh.

Hope to catch you later
Crumpy xx

I want to do the tourist thing at go to the one in Paris where there are lots of famous graves. How creepy is that?!?!?

I wish the lurkers would comment on my blog more often lol. Then again I'd probably get more Spam. Again what is the point of spam?

Last thing then I will disappear into obscurity again. I think on the loo too! Something about it I think it's because it's enclosed and there is no one else there to bother you!

I dream lots - but at the moment I dream all night and then wake up in the morning feeling more tired than when I went to bed. Could my dreams be the makings of a sleepwalker? Please say no we live in a first floor flat and I don't think I'd survive if I fell out the window or something!

Hannie - the one in Paris is Pierre Lachaise - wanna come with me!?!?

:-)

Good moning in the gloming indeed Christophe!

My mate Ellis has always said that of all the people she'd be prepared to walk with through a graveyard, I am not one of them. My imagination runs far too rife.

Anyhoo, Magnus Volk, inventor of Volks Railway which runs along the seafront (which you may indeed have been on...if you haven't it's a treat!) and Martha Gunn, 'Queen of the Brighton Dippers', (those brave souls who used to swim in the sea around about 1750 if you'd like a history lesson) are both buried in the local vicinity...

Now I'm wondering if Volk is pronounced like yolk or yoke, rather than 'volx', thence to dippers...from there to boiled ones and soldiers.

wot was I saying about my imagination?

I see egg people
love
hazel
x

Very profound Chris.

I have also found myself, of late, contemplating such things, and other varied subjects that go to make up the great tapestry of life.

My world is definitely there from my own perspective, and not shared, not in it's genesis state anyway. I mean, your thoughts and actions are generated by you, and acted upon by you, and only then experienced by others. Therefore, with us all doing the same, we are all creating our own world, with the result being a shared universe, from the seed of each world.

I also believe that for the most part, we control our own destiny. Recently I have released myself from a relationship that wasn't working, given up smoking after 15 years, made some plans I formerly would not have made and generally decided that I need to approach things differently as 'things' will not evolve to meet my expectations.

I've found my own private thoughts and conversations with myself at 3am have helped. I like you Chris, have found comfort in recent weeks by talking to myself. It does work.

On the subject of the cemetery, the only famous graveside/memorial I can think of that I've visited is that of the late great F1 driver, Ayrton Senna. Although the scenario around his death was deeply saddening and shockingly vivid, post death I found the occasion of my visit to be fun, thought provoking, atmospheric and left me with a smile on my face. Great memories indeed.

At the other end of the scale, I've got a story for you Chris that you may like.

I went to California some years ago, and whilst there was given a guided tour of a 'laughter cemetery'. This is how it works:

Basically, the families of the people buried in this cemetery didn't want to have dark, depressive, and mournful moments when they visited their sadly passed loved ones.

So, they decided to make the local cemetery a place of fun, a place to regale funny stories, tell jokes about their loved ones, and be able to leave after a hearty belly-laugh and with a grin on their faces.

The only stipulation was that the headstone had to have a funny limerick on the front. I laughed for an hour walking round, but my favourite was this (only in California)......

....."Here lies the body of Christopher Sprake, he stepped on the gas instead of the brake".

Now, I found myself on the floor in fits of laughter. You just can't beat that.

Funny old 'world', isn't it?

Tobes

Morning

Just a quick visit.

King Harold is buried at the church down the road from me.

And they have a 'King Harold Day' in Waltham Abbey every October.

Debbie x

My, Debbie - King Harold Day.

I'd wear some form of eye protection if I were you - could be nasty!

xxxx

My what a thought provoking Blog today CLP.

The most famous local boy round here is Charles Dickens who died at Gad's Hill Place, Higham. Unfortunately they wouldn't bury him in Rochester Cathedral, but laid him to rest in the Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey- otherwise he'd be my most locally buried celebrity.

AliB
xx

morning all!

Sir John Betjeman is buried in a churchyard on the north coast of Cornwall. don't know of any others.

I like the story of a family whose elderly mother died and they decided to put on the headstone "She was Thine" as the epitaph. when they went to the stonemasons to see it they had written "she was Thin". So they pointed out to the mason that there was an e missing, and he said he would correct it by the following day.

when they went back it had been amended, to read

"E she was Thin".

works best if you read it out loud.

and i don't think it is a true story, do you??!!

I suppose the most famous person buried near me is one of the most famous people of all.

Princess Diana.

However, I have never visited her grave.

I suppose, to me at least , it is too recent a passing to visit. I would feel as though I was encroaching on what should be a private, peaceful place for family to visit without having to battle the crowds of strangers to pay their respects.

But thats just me I guess.

MW, a!

with you on that 100% MW,a!

MW, a!
Me too, I'd feel like I was intruding

Tiggs xx

OK, so its not just me.

Thats a relief...

MW, a!

MW,a - i agree!

we were in Greece on the day of her funeral and i have to say i was quite relieved - not sure i would have wanted to watch somebody's funeral like that.

i know, i know, having just read that back - i wouldn't have had to watch it - but from what i heard at the time it was quite hard to avoid it.

I think my view is that funerals should be private (i mean for family and friends etc) with maybe a thanksgiving or memorial service another time that is a more public thing for people in the public eye. how awful to have your mother's funeral as such a scrum.

i think, anyway!
x

I agree too....

I must admit that I didn't quite get the whole outpouring of grief. I was at a friends wedding, on the day of the funeral, so the whole thing passed me by, but I have no intention of intruding ever.

AliB
x

I dont want a funeral - the idea of people standing round a box with my dead body in it turns my stomach - thats not me- just dead flesh!

Instead I want a memorial service wheer people can rememeber me - and my body can be used for spares and then burnt in a eco friendly box

super bp x

Morning all

Most famous person's grave I've been to is Jim Morrison's (if indeed he is there) at the Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. That's a cemetery and a half - it's HUGE!!!

Hope everyone is ok today? Debs, how you doing? (said in the style of Joey from Friends ;-))


T xxx

I don't know about famous people in graveyards, my only claim to fame is that our 'family plot' is in a cemetery up in Glasgow and stands right next to some boulder remains of Antonine's Wall the last bastion of protection against us maurauding Scots.

I was excited by the comments about bamboo socks yesterday, I live and breath bamboo, for the last two and a half years I have been researching and testing the use of bamboo for clothing, it is pretty new technology, and have just launched my first range of tops (including golf polo shirts) for the outdoor market.

Bamboo is just awesome as a base-layer for all sports, with the most amazing natural properties. Keeps you warm in the winter (ideal for driving a convertible J), cool in the summer and is mega absorbent if you work up a sweat! Its natural properties also means you keep much fresher, it is antibacterial and antifungal, no processed chemical shenanigans added, and it is hypoallergenic so your skin remains as smooth as a baby’s bottom, in-fact ideal as nappies. Bamboo also ticks all the environmental boxes as it is the fastest growing plant in the world, requires no fertilizer or pesticides, is highly sustainable, and throws out lots of nutrient rich stuff to preserve and maintain the surroundings. Once any of you guys wear it, you will not want to ever wear anything else! Even the buttons on the polo shirts are eco-friendly as they are made from coconut shell.

I guess cemeteries are eco-friendly as well with lots of great nutrients returning to the soil periodically!

Love life, love the planet.
A.

I've said about my funeral on here before, but for the newbies (feel free to use on air too Chris - I'm NOT proud!!)

Music:

Baby I Love You - The Ramones, and
Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Andy Williams

Want the Andy Williams song played as they close the curtains for the final time, with the gathered masses (for there will be hundreds!) singing out the "I Love You Baby" bits.

Oh, and the attendees to wear pink. And be happy.

I want to be celebrated and remembered. Not mourned.

Chezza xxx

There's still some spaces left in the Victorian catacombs at Highgate too ..... wouldn't mind being popped in there after I'm gone!

Found another interesting one at nearby St Marys, West Moors:

Sir Frederick William Richards Fryer
Lt-Governor of Burma 1897-1903

When I go, I'll leave a couple of thousand behind the bar, two hundred quid in the jukebox, hire the karaoke, buy those left behind a slap-up lunch and hope you all have a great time.

I don't want anyone standing next to a slab of stone in a complete emotional mess.

Heart and head.

Tobes

I'm going to have this video playing too, should break the mood from gloom to baffoon :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0eINGyJHz8

Tobes

CLP - just checked and we have Roald Dahl burried near us! Also Oliver Cromwell lived just up the road as did Amy Johnston and Stephen Fry for a bit!

Super bp x

I like the funeral in Love, Actually and the Liam Neeson line 'over my dead body, no Daniel, over mine'

Tiggs xx

I too would like to be celebrated rather than mourned.

Being a regular church goer (but don't hold that against me) I have my funeral service all planned out. Who's saying what, what hymns are going to be sung etc. and there will be no wearing of black.

AliB
x

Blimey Phoenix,

Lt Governor of Burma and only 6 years old???

MW, a!

lostalibaba - I attend church too - its bit like AA - no one likes to own up to it :-)

Morning folk

I used to be Chinese in a previous life.

Cornishgirl - used to rent a house near Sir John - he's in little church on beach at Daymer Bay - where the hooray henrys have now taken over since royalty visited!

Nothing going to be left of me - nephew already ear marked me for medical science!! and always look on the bright side of life can be sung anywhere they fling the bits they don't want.

Head spinning - too much work - can't concentrate.

Back later

Beesmum xxx
Smiling xxx

Mornin' all.

Funeral song - If You Don't Know Me By Now - Perfick.

and also Lithium by Nirvana.

how is everyone?

i visited Daniel Lambert's grave once when i went to summer camp as a kid. He was from leicester, went the museum 'bout him aswell when i was a hild and sat in his MASSIVE chair.

xXx

i was a child... not a hild. stupid me. x

Ha ha ha ha ha oooops fell off my chair.

Cheers MWa - of course you knew that he was just governor between those dates really.

Nearest to me would be Sir Alf Ramsey, buried in Ipswich.

Sign of getting old when you can't remember what age you are, for weeks I've been thinking am 37 years old, realised last night I'd added a year opps

Think most women take off years, here I am adding them eek

take care all xxxx

Morning Tifflette
My middle sis reaches 40 in April but she says she's stopped counting so will now be celebrating anniversary's of her 39th birthday forevermore!

Tiggs xxx

Whilst on the cheery subject of death, can somebody answer a question that has been bugging my for a while now.

Most things have a cut off point, old age will eventually kill something off. People, animals, fish - but what about plants and trees?

If kept in perfect conditions, receiving all the nutrients needed, protected from damage and disease do they just live forever and ever, or can trees die from old age? And if so, how old?

OK, its a bit 'left at the traffic lights', but thats how my mind works...

MW, a!

Where are you Tifflette? I'm up the road from Swipswich, in Sudbury.

Not sure of famous cemeteries around us, but we visited the Oosterbeek War cemetery near Arnhem in holland a few months ago and it was a beautiful sunny day, although bitterly cold, and shivers were with me the whole time I was there, but nothing to do with the cold. The huge numbers of stones with names, and ages of young young men (boys) who had lost their lives in a horrible war. And some with no names at all! That puts life into perspective. Especially when we know lives like this are still being lost needlessly.
The cemetery is for 1754 allied soldiers, sailors and airman who lost their lives during the period September 1944 to April 1945 as a result of hostilities in the Arnhem region, lie buried in this cemetery. They died in battle against the German occupiers in the liberation of the Netherlands. The majority were involved in the battle of Arnhem, a part of Operation Market Garden, in September 1944.

dreamer
xxxxx

Hi Cheryl, I'm down the road in Felixstowe

Morning all!

Lewis Grassic Gibbon is buried in the cemetary of the church I got married in. May mean nothing to southerners but anyone educated in Scotland in the last 25 years will know him as the author of Sunset Song, Cloud Howe, and Grey is the Granite. Here at work I over look the farmhouse where the 1980's TV adaptation was filmed!!!

Hercules Linton (designer of Cutty Sark(keeping up with the burns theme) was born in next village. And the Bard's grandfather born on a local farm.

Agree about the auld kirk in alloway (was a student in Ayr and studied Alloway & burns connection)

Quack

MWa, I don't know but I would guess that given sufficient nutrients etc trees could just go on living - indeed many do live for hundreds and thousands of years don't they? Maybe they just topple over when they get too top heavy (or tired!)

Have a look at this
https://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2008/04/080414-oldest-tree.html


T x

Dreamer
My great uncle Roy is an Arnhem veteran, Market Garden being his battle and he still goes with others of his regiment every year. And as you can imagine, every year the numbers are less. Last year he was taken ill while there and has since been diagnosed with prostate cancer so I am guessing he may be among the absent on the pilgrimage this year. If he's fit enough I know he'll make every effort to make it but I don't think Auntie Ed will let him go if he's not 100%
I want to see the new memorial near Lichfield and as that is where my Dad was born I may have to make an effort and get up there this year, especially as I'll now have all that free time to play with!

laters all
Tiggs xxx

and this

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oldest_tree

Tifflette - is there still a womble on top of the big wheel on the seafront? that always used to make me smile when going to the sunday market in Felixstowe.

Cheryl

MW, a!
Are you watching Extreme Dreams with Ben Fogle Bogle Fogle at the mo? They're a canyon in the Andes this week and the cacti there only grow an inch a year (or soemthing) and some are upwards of 1600 years old! (or am I talking rubbish?)

Phwoar, Ben Fogle yum yum yum ...

Tiggs

He must have some sad and inspiring stories to tell. Hope he makes it to the pilgrimage. It's sad that we are gradually losing our veterans, like losing a valued memory that our children will never fully understand as these people leave us. Just the other week in the obituaries one of the veterans of the first world war died aged 106 (I think it was 106 or 107), what that man must have seen in his life!

Anyway, back to CLP's blog of today. So where do we go then? I always thought as a little girl that I was being watched. And if you were being secretly naughty that someone was watching!!! Still feel that today! And imagine that there is some weird existence in some mad dimension that we have no way of understanding in this world which is full of 'things' which affect us and when we die we then become one of them and get another chance at life until we get it right!!! So until we all learn to live with integrity and love we will be back again and again, with challenges sent our way!

Ok, i'll go back to my soft cell now!

dreamer
xxx

Knowing my luck, if there is such a thing as re-incarnation, I'll end up coming back as myself!!! :-)

Tobes

Just on famous people suddenly remembered that Magnus Magnusson is buried in Baldernock Churchyard near us.

I won't state the obvious!

dreamer
xxx

MW,a - re lifetime of trees - i think it depends on the tree! At Heligan gardens up the road there are some rhododendrons etc that they have worked out to be over 150 yrs old, and they keep saying they will need to be replaced as they are one day going to be at the end of their natural life.

and then on the other hand there are magnolias which would only flower once they were at least 50 yrs old and the gardener who planted them was unlikely to see the flowers - so i guess they would live for a lot longer than that!

mind you don't redwood trees live for many many years?

so maybe it depends on the plant - bit like people really!

Dreamer...and further to Bees...and ChrissieS...I was an Egyptian (handmaiden if you please, and make of that wot you will) in a previous life...sailed on those lovely barges...visited Alexandria...had a jolly good time and had the lot, frankly...got my throat cut for saying something I shouldn't...

the truth, and other things, are out there
love
hazel
x

LOL Tobes!!! Well make sure you remember to leave the cigs in your pocket!!!

dreamer
xxx

Dreamer - I agree with the "watched" sensation. Apparently when I was young about 10ish I went downstairs after being put to bed to tell Mum that I had just been speaking to a man, who was sitting on the edge of my bed and he said that he would watch over me Oh and can i have a glass of milk please?! Having described the man it appears that it was my Grandfather (who died when I was 2).

Also when my Gran died my aunts told us that during the train journey from way Daan Saafff the sky was clear blue with just to aeroplane jet streams crossing over in the shape of a Saltire. These days when I feel I'm being "watched" I can nigh on guarantee that there is a saltire in the sky!!
Quack

Rhododendrons and ants will take over the world. Mark well my words mere mortals...

It's something to do with the root system apparently.

And ants are just all-powerful. Apparently.

Poor ole Tobes! Feeling a bit down at heel today babe?

Does that mean you danced like an Egyptian Hazel?! Whilst being a handmaiden?! Oh no, I meant 'walk like an egyptian'!!!

dreamer
xxx

STAND CLEAR!!!!!!

'ARD 'ATS ON.....

'IGH VISABILITY VEST ON..........

AM JUST LOWERING ME BLOG INTER THE BLOG!!!!!!!

Christoph

Hardly local, I know, but the finest day I ever spent in the company of dead people was one rainy Sunday morning in Paris.

Pere Lachaise Cemetery, a few miles east of the city centre, is simply the best place to get lost in (and that is pretty easy), and the greyer and wetter the weather, the better the experience.

Now, the highlight for most is our Jimbo, or James Douglas Morrison to his friends, erstwhile singer and serial-exposer from The Doors. After several hours of wandering around the narrow, winding lanes I finally found him, and was decidely unimpressed.

Most of his grave has been vandalised over the years, and all that remains is a sad little headstone guarded by an ever so slightly over enthusiastic security man who actually stopped me from turning on my camcorder. What did he think I was going to film? The ghost of Jim waving ‘little Jim’ around while swigging from a bottle of Kentucky’s finest bourbon?

Aside from Mr. Mojo Risin’, the other highlight for me was dear old Oscar. Sad that such a genius died in such shame and poverty, but they’ve done him proud with a huge elaborate memorial, fitting for such a character.

If these two don’t do it for you, you can choose from Proust, Bizet, Chopin, Rossini, Moliere, and many, many others.

Imagine the show that goes on at night?

Oh, and legend has it that Jim’s plot is only rented and if the estate don’t keep up the payments, he may be on the move once more.

Peace and love

MfR

dookegg, so many weird things happen that are unexplained. There is more to this life than we know. In the meantime we must continue to live and blog!! Looking out for our little connections to that 'other' place!

dreamer
xx

I'm not down in the dumps, no. And I don't have any ciggies to leave in my pocket.....

......8th day now!!!

Tobes

Anyone googled today and noticed the Jackson Pollock graphic? He was born on 28th Jan 1912 and produced this bizarre and wonderful art that was way ahead of his time.......think he knew something about that other 'life'. He died young, think around aged 40'ish!

dreamer

xxx

Greetings Ter The Mr CLP And Each CLP Blogger, Even The Ones Who Don't Like Me But A Like You Az That's The Kind Of Blogger I Am, Oh Yes It Iz......

Bingo Star ere.....

Coming to you from......
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CLP - A very nice blog terdee. A like it when you wreet a deep blog. Although a notice a zero five owe three time slot!!! Yet the commentations ain't arrived ter zero nine plus.... iz the earlier time the time you writted it??? If so are you on nights lately or more likely iz it you are worrying about Tash due ter drop and thus noot sleeping too well???? Just wondering about the mega early time slately... goot me interested!!!!!
If mt wife waz about te rdrop i'd be awake 'n ready!!!!!
PS I 'eard you mention the car iz pointing the correct way and fuelled!!!!!!
A 'ope yuv goot a Kojak blue roof light ter bang on yer roof and lollipops ready.... for the driver (Kojak style) ter control the father's nerves during the birth!!!!!!!!

As for the blog.... me too on reincarnation. A can never remember anything of an earlier life. A mistery ter me.
Only reincarnation ave ever 'ad waz when a put an outta date tin of Carnation evaporated milk on me jelly and ended up being sick!!!!!! Nyaa!
As for the world... I often look at the stars and think what iz it all about. We are all used ter being ere.... on the earth.... all that goes on in the world and what we know. But what about what we don't know. You can see what we don't know at night.
I often look at all the millions of endless stars that just go and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and abit more!
It makes me think... our sun iz just one of those stars, yet there's so many.
So surely there must be other planets out there with intelligent beings. Why are we so important, why are we the only ones when there's so many stars/ suns!!!!!
When I look at the above, which could be the below, or ter the left or the right depending which way the earth iz.... but in the universe what iz above and below????
There isn't an above or below.... it all boggles the mind..... boggles the brain!!!!!!
What am tryin' ter say ere..... if you look at the stars and think this... it makes me and my problems in life seem..... totally unimportant..... insignificant.
I ask why are my problems so important..... I realise they are noot!!!!!!
Even our life span of time 70 terrrrrr 80 years ish.... it's nowt in the 'istory of the world universe!!!!!
And what makes me brain boggle more..... in the last 150 years the world 'as advanced so, so, so fast.... it makes yer realise..... we are in the middle of interesting times in the 'istory of the earth!!
Then yer get ter the question about does god excist??
It does make yer question such but all a do know, there iz some invisable force... yer can feel it.
What about people with telepathy... a sixth sense... even when you go inter places such as a church... yer can feel an atmosphere...... so all a do know..... iz there's more ter what we all know!!!!!!!

Soz CLP, what a waz just tryin ter say waz.... like yer blog terdee, it goot me thinking deep!!!!!!!

GOURANGA... two thousand and nine!!!!!!

PS GiddyKipper - Ello, welcome ter the blog!!!!!
Yep the last thing yer need iz adverts when yer in advertising!!!!!
PPS GiddyKipper - A believe CLP 'as been in a few adverts... WHATTA COINCIDENCE!!!!!!!!

PPPS Chrissie S - Ello thanks for your nice blog, kind words. But that's the problem with me, yuv 'it it on the 'ead!!!!
Without this sounding ego like ego talk ere from me, women find nice men boring aka don't like them.
Although they do like them 'cos that's what they're looking for, really want.
But they seem unattracted ter nice blokes... I think they like the challenge of the bad boys, although really they don't want the challenge but something inside makes them go for the challenge..... Soz getting confused ere and don't know what am on about.....
What am sayin' iz the saying 'treat em mean, keep em keen' iz so true!!!!!
But a find this so difficult ter do!!!!

GOURANGA again ter all!!!!!!!

So trees are not immortal then.

Just very very very old.

Schucks.

I now no longer want to come back as a tree.

But I shall still be used as fertiliser for the oak I am cherishing and nuturing here.

Funny thing that. I found an oak sapling in the garden, all of 3 inches tall. I dug it up, potted it and looked after it, declaring that when I die I wanted my ashes to be used to plant it into some sort of sanctuary. Unfortunately that tree died a few years later, leading me to believe I was now immortal. 2 weeks later my mum found one and quick as a flash she had dug it up and planted it, saying that I could die again now we had another oak.

Not entirely sure how to take that....

MW, a!

Jackson Pollack?

In cockney rhyming slang the plural of that means something totally different :p

Tobes

Is everyone ok.... no injuries??????

Thank damn goodness for that..... last thing a need iz another county court case!!!!!!!

Not exactly the cheeriest of subjects is it? Am having difficulty keeping the smile on my face. ( she lies - grinning away)

How's Alfie dreamer? - ours went in the norty box last night - hates going out in the wet so booted out - when he came back in - nicked his towel and promptly shredded it to bits!!!

Beesmum xxx

Bingo - I do that in Wales - stand outside and gaze at the stars - can't see them here!!

Bees xxx

"Only reincarnation ave ever 'ad waz when a put an outta date tin of Carnation evaporated milk on me jelly and ended up being sick!!!!!!"

Superb Bingo, superb!!! :-)

Didn't understand the rest, but that is pure gold ;p

Tobes

Yeh that made me giggle too Toobs

and you are wrong you know Bingo - treat em mean - keep em keen - we nearly always go for the "nice" in the end.

Bees xxx

Hello BM!

Alfie in norty box all week! 9 and1/2 months old and has reverted to young pup madness!!! Ran off yesterday (had made signals this was his plan but never thought he would be that brave!) and followed a scent.....some young smelly wanton girl dog wanting a boy dog to follow, me thinks....so he obliged!! Couldn't get him back for ages!!! And was close to main road. So think he's off to get his bits chopped -ouch!!!!!

dreamer

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Cockney rhyme with Jackson Pollock??? Not worked that one out!!! bit slow that way!

dreamer
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dreamer
add an 's' on Pollock......
Tiggs xx

Tobesterr - It's all too much stress deserts that go wrong!!
That's why I stick ter prunes and custard only!!!!!
Plus it's mega low in fat - keeps the spare tyre.... deflated!!!!!

B's Mum - Are you from Wales then???
If so where about.... a like Wales!!!!!
The nice thing about Wales yer don't ave alotta light pollution from the cities, so the stars appear.... more clear!!!!!

I like Orion.... very east ter spot the three stars of 'is belt!!!!!
Or the plough... easy ter see!!!!

Back to flamin' love spuds again. Really - you lot!!

;-)

'Million to one chances happen 9 out of 10 times'

Our great planet is nothing more than a series of accidents, from colliding with its sister planet and absorbing it, rather than disintegrating into little bits and dispersing throughout the solar system - thus leading on to increasing the size of the planet and trapping a moon in the gravity, to the distance between our planet and the sun. ( a very brief synopsis of the birth of Earth) All accidental, and which over (a very very long) time led us to the technologically advanced world we live in today.

This is part of the reason I am not a believer in either religion or life on other planets. I used to think it was very arrogant and assumptious of us to think we are alone in the universe, but after digging deeper I have finally come round to this train of thought.

I am not knocking those that believe, and I have had experiences of my own that could be described as both alien and 'beyond the grave', but again in the cold light of day and with some considered thought there are other explanations. I do not claim to have the answers, and sometimes its nice to believe in fate - but deep down, it all comes back to accidents and coinkydinkisis.

MW, a!

Morning/Afternoon everyone from a rather snowy NY. Supposed to get a foot of snow today and already have 3 to 4 inches on the ground. So it's a work from home day.......

Certainly an interesting blog today. Some people might find it "dead" boring but I have always been more interested in the lives of people rather than their death or where they are burried. Celebrate the living, but honor the dead..... or something like that.

Thanks Tiggs!!! Like I said bit slow! But didn't thing it rhymed with love spuds!!

dreamer
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Chris

Good ole Georgey Best is burried a mile from my home in Belfast - - the worlds best soccer player - a legend.

I remember the Michael Caine type interview you did with him in the Black & white set up - you guys really took a lot of time over it. I'd regard it as your second best interview (the best being the recording with George Michael for Radio 1, and you both got typsy on expensive red)

Ahh, they dont make 'em like they used to....


Now altogether, PUSHHHHH . . . .!!!!

DTM

Good luck . . .

x

Flamin' love spuds aren't good for fertility!

Art - like beauty - are in the eye of the beholder!

goggle picture just looks like someone's done the highland fling on a number of paint tubes aimed at a piece of paper - can one really interperate what the artist was thinking at the time he painted it? Well obviously other than "Thank goodness it wasn't the sword dance!"

Quack

MW - Very interesting blog commentation!!
Goot me wondering 'ow did we get ere.... Did a man in spaceship drop the first 'umans off or someone like DrWho who waz lost... maybe???

I once had an alien experience. My mate Paul paid for a drink at the pub. Better than any abduction I could imagine, unless I was taken and locked up by Scarlett Johansson, but that's for another day........

:-)

Tobes

middle sis just sent me this, real groaner

A new middle east crisis erupted last night as Dubai Television was refused permission to broadcast The Flintstones.
A spokesman for the channel said 'A claim was made that people in Dubai would not understand the humour, but we have heard that people in Abu Dhabi Do!

That picture on Google looks like somebody held an acid house party at a Dulux warehouse ;p

I'm on form today!!

Tobes

OK film spotting time

Bury the dead they stink up the joint!

Ahhh DD tried to discretely do films yesterday but no one picked up on it :-{

My guess is sean of the dead

quack

Mariella, I'm still trying to shoot the dragon in it's voonerables...

I'll be having 'Sweet Transvestite' by Vice Admiral Timothy Currie, because that should confuse most of 'em, 'Steven' by Msr Le Coop because of the words, and the Hallelujah Chorus by some choral bods REALLY LOUD.

It's in my will and everything.

Also, having been in the funeral biz, may I just say that it is a fabulous idea to prepay for your funeral...and you get to put in all the bits that you want too...that other people might not even consider...

dead ringing
love
hazel
x

Tiggs, that's like that Ewar Woowar one...

BEING HUMAN!!!

Hey Bingo -

Can I just say that I have been out with more than my fair share of bad boys. Wasn't looking for them, honest, maybe they're just more 'forward' than the nice boys, I know that in the past I've thought there was something exciting and perhaps flattering about being asked out by them.

However I never want another bad boy. It always ends in tears.

Nice boys only need apply chez Tinsel and I am sure chez many other women out there - so don't give up the search!!!

T xxx

Tobes
Interesting slant on this art!!! If you check out some info on Jackson Pollock I think you would be added onto his list of posiitive critics were he still alive as what he wanted was to create art that was not composesd with traditional easel and brush!!! so dulux at an acid party would have been on his to do list i'm sure!d Interstingly dookegg, he used dance as ways of creating his painting with canvas on the floor and paint dripped over it, then movement to create the end result! I am no expert at all I just think he was really clever for his time!! Anyone who does something different is brave!

Right off to get some lunch

dreamer
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Hi all

I've been to the Pere Lachaise graveyard in Paris a couple of times. Most recently was on my daughter's 18th birthday on 24 December last year. She was adamant that she wanted to visit Jim Morrison's grave - so we did. It was blinking freezing! Great place to visit though, and there were losts of new tombs as well.

Like you, Chris, I love this life. I never want it to end. What happens when I die? I guess they'll cremate my body and that will be the end of it. I can't be any more philosophical than that I'm afraid!

MV x